Emma frowned, wondering what he was up to now. But she really disliked packing, so after a moment’s thought, she nodded.
“You can just pick things out. I’m not picky.”
After all, she loved every single piece of clothing she owned, so she didn’t care what Evan chose.
“Okay. You go rest in the bedroom, then.”
“Alright.”
Without lingering, Emma left the dressing room and went back to the bedroom. She opened her bag; she had something more important to deal with now.
For the trip to Riverside Millford, Evan packed almost exclusively down jackets for Emma.
Although Riverside Millford was geographically in the south, it wasn’t coastal. Located in an inland basin, its winters were both damp and freezing. Unlike the north, where every home had central heating, Riverside Millford did not.
The temperature could drop to twenty-three degrees Fahrenheit, with daytime highs only around forty. In winter, the warmest place in the whole house was under the covers. It was truly cold, so down jackets were the most practical choice.
Emma took the agreement out and placed it on the pillow beside her as she leaned back against the headboard to read.
A long time later, Evan finally finished packing and emerged from the dressing room. As soon as he entered the bedroom, Emma put down her book, looked at him, and said, “We need to talk.”
Her tone was calm, completely devoid of any emotion.
Evan’s hand paused on the doorknob. He was taken aback for a second, then nodded and replied softly, “Okay.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
Assuming she wanted to discuss the details of their trip back to Riverside Millford, Evan didn’t think much of it and sat down on the edge of the bed.
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